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ELDER
An Elder dies
It is like unto
The burning of
A Book of Knowledge
So write it down, Old Aunt,
And I shall try
To do the same
for Aunt Jen
from Pat
January 29, 1994
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Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am a diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn rain
Old Indian Prayer
Written in memory of a fallen tribe member